Dear Polly,
Very funny. Last night, my husband wrote in to you here and asked you to quit writing about your stupid fair. We really don’t care to hear any more about it any more. Why don’t you just get back to the normal stuff?

Really bored,
Perry’s Wife Judy
Houston, TX

Dear Perry’s Wife,

I was wondering if Perry was married or not! Have you ever seen the movie “Arthur”? (The old-school version… with Dudley Moore and Liza Minnelli?) If you haven’t.. find it on NetFlix… and give it a watch. Hilarious. But one of the funniest scenes is when he meets Perry… and subsequently… Perry’s wife. Arthur stammers about sputtering….. “Don’t you just hate Perry’s wife?”

I’m just saying.

Well, here’s the thing about he fair. Not only do you meet the nicest people there… you also bump into the nicest animals.

In one day, I talked to several horses, cows, chickens, a few pigs… and then later in the day… I met up with a whole bunch of goats. There had to be at least a herd and a half there. (I bumped into them.  Thankfully…. they didn’t bump in to me!)

I think goats are snappy. Maybe the coolest of all the farm animals. (This… an amateurish opinion from someone who has never farmed a day in her life.) But goats got style.  Yes, that is for sure.  Flair. Panache. Gusto.

One of the nicest ones I met on this day was named Casper.
Yep. Casper the Friendly Goat.

He talked almost non-stop. Bleated, really. Did you know they can weigh anywhere from 22 to 220 pounds depending on the breed? And that some goats faint? They won’t eat just anything… that is an old wives’ tale. Goats like clean food. (Me too!) Casper told me that goats live between 10 and 12 years mostly. But his Aunt Franny lived to the ripe old age of 16.

Yes, Casper talked and talked. It was all very interesting. But the fact of the matter is…. it’s kind of hard to have a conversation with any goat. Why? Because they are always butting in.

Really gets my goat, I’ll tell you.

But… enough about those old farm animals.  Except that….Little lambs eat ivy.  A kid’ll eat ivy too……wouldn’t you?

Tonight, I will try to write something different than my observations from the fair.

Here goes.

“Something different than my observations from the fair”

(Hey…..tell Perry I said hello….  Perry’s wife.)